the day kurt cobain died is one of those memories for me that is so vivid i feel like i could walk right back into the room at any time, its like it coexists with current time it still seems so real. i walked into the living room of my mom's boyfriend and she had on MTV, they were showing nonstop news of it that day.
i started playing guitar awhile before nirvana broke, the big hits on MTV at the time were poison doing unskinny bop and michael jackson black or white. at that point i was playing all classic rock songs my dads weed dealer taught me on guitar.
one weekend i went to my cousins house, we didnt have cable at the time, and he said "you gotta check out this band that premiered on headbangers ball last night!" it was nirvana smells like teen spirit.
nirvana were the first band i taught myself how to play. they also caused me to learn to read guitar tabs. by the time kurt died a relatively short time later i was already on to playing punk and it was only nerds who worshipped his every shitty song.
when i started playing guitar i was the only kid in my jr high who played, by the time kurt died there were a dozen or more nirvana wannabes and half as many shitty nirvana cover bands.
i dont hold it against them that they inspired so much shittery. the fact that they caused so many kids to start playing music is a great thing in my opinion.
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